A/N: This doesn't have much in it, but the next chapter is pretty hot... and longer. ;) Also, this is when I came up with a theme song for this fic. I listed it with other theme songs I came up with for other Glee things (aka. characters). Just go to the end of the list if you want to bypass all that. I also listed songs for all my other fics. :) It's all right here, amelias-nature dot livejournal dot


Freedom

Chapter 7 –

The next day's make-out session was much the same, though Kurt had the foresight to bring a blanket. He also stayed to Puck's side, keeping their crotches separate and rubbing the palm of his hand against Puck's zipper instead, pushing him over the edge that way.

Later, just as Puck turned away from the bike to walk into his house, Kurt stopped him again. And again, he blushed, talking tentatively.

"Puck? Are we making this…" he waved at the space between them, "This… thing between us a daily occurrence?"

Puck just grinned. "How about you drop me off at the shop tomorrow after school and I'll follow you in my truck?"

Kurt blushed even more but nodded. Neither of them noticed, or even cared, that it would be Puck's second ride that week.

After that, it did become a daily occurrence. For the next two weeks they would meet at the clearing. Sometimes they wouldn't make it off Kurt's bike, other days it was too cold to stay outside and they'd use the back seat of Puck's truck with the heater on. On the days it rained, Kurt would use his old Navigator and they'd enjoy the larger back seat.

During that time Kurt became more forward and confident. It was just over a week since he had first brought Puck to climax when he ventured into Puck's jeans. Up until that day Puck had made sure he wore his boxers so he could just go commando afterwards and still be comfortable. But, when he first felt Kurt's hand wrapped around his arousal he decided then and there that he would never where boxers again if it meant Kurt had one less layer between his hand and Puck's cock.


It was the day after, at lunch, when Karofsky spoke his first words at the table. Puck was second once again, and as he sat he couldn't help the sigh of pleasure and anticipation that came with his jeans rubbing against his cock. That sound seemed to get Karofsky's attention and he looked up, smirking a little.

"So you've told him then?" he asked.

The sound of his voice startled Puck, who looked up, surprised. "Tell who what?" he asked, trying to pretend he didn't look like a deer in the headlights.

Karofsky's smirk grew bigger. "Told Hummel you're in love with him," he explained.

Puck sat up straight, defiant. "I am not in lo-," he cleared his throat, choking on the word and the lie. "I never said that," he stated instead.

Chuckling, Karofsky took a bite of his chicken-topped salad. "You keep telling yourself that. But the longer you do, the more miserable you'll both be. Believe me, I speak from experience."

That peaked Puck's interest. "Experience?"

"In what?" asked Kurt as he sat across from Puck.

"Nothing," the jocks chorused together.

One of Kurt's eyebrows disappeared under his bangs, but he didn't push for a truthful answer since the other gleeks started to show up. Lunch continued as usual after that, only, this time, Karofsky actually participated in a conversation about a new action flick. He even left a little later than usual, but he still rushed off, pulling out his phone.


Two weeks later, Puck decided that his favorite days of the year were Indian Summers. Not because they were a warm reprieve from the seasonal cold, but because this year so many good things happened to him that very few other things could top, even later in life.

It started off slow, he was a little late to school and had to rush in order to avoid a tardy, but as soon as he walked into lunch, things definitely improved. Kurt was sitting at the table, talking with Karofsky. It looked like they were having a pleasant conversation, but Puck wasn't really paying attention to that. Nope, his gaze was tunnelled all the way to Kurt.

The countertenor had been forced to use his Navigator for the past week, the weather being too cold to ride his bike. So with the day's spike in temperature, Kurt had apparently decided to enjoy the day to its fullest. Meaning, he didn't bother with a change of clothes. Instead, he sat at the lunch table in his tightest pair of jeans and leather jacket with Puck's favourite white t-shirt. The one that showed skin if Kurt's shoulders were in any position other than relaxed.

It was as he approached and sat at the table, that Puck devised a plan for that night. The fact that it was Friday just made everything more convenient. In fact, he was so preoccupied with plans for that night that he didn't notice the complete silence that fell over the duo as he relaxed into his seat.

"Kurt," he said in lieu of saying hello, not even acknowledging Karofsky, "You know that thing we have after school today?"

Kurt looked puzzled for a moment before his expression cleared and he glanced at Karofsky. "Um, yeah. What about it?" He almost sounded worried.

"Mind if we move it to 6:30?" asked Puck, still ignoring Karofsky.

Kurt seemed to relax a little as he nodded. "That should work."

Puck grinned and finally looked over at Karofsky. After a thirty second long pointed stare, he gave the slightest of nods, getting a smirk in return. Kurt ignored the silent exchange as Mercedes walked up with Tina, both girls sitting down close to him.


At 6:15 Puck was pacing the clearing. He had gotten there early, so everything was set up, all he needed was Kurt. Wow, talk about a double meaning. The sun was setting, its bright orange rays of light illuminating the red blanket Puck had spread out.

He had asked his sister for a little help and so the picnic basket held a couple of PB&J sandwiches, sweet pepper slices, strawberries for dessert, and sweet tea (made with Splenda, of course) to help wash it all down. It wasn't much, but it was pretty impressive for a last minute meal, at least by Puck's standards.

Next to the basket sat a small, simple bouquet of flowers. It was some kind of carnation or something. The florist had suggested it and he just nodded and agreed, hoping Kurt would like them anyway.

His truck was parked in front of it all, blocking the view and setup from the road where Kurt would appear. He stopped pacing when he heard the rumbling of the engine. His stomach fluttering with nerves, he watched as the boy came to a stop a few feet away. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like he was actually going to tell Kurt he was in love with him. He was just…

Wow, where did that come from? Did I just admit…? Yep, I did. Puck took a deep breath as he made his way towards Kurt, the engines dying. I'm in love with Kurt, he thought. His next thought was along the lines of, Shit, Karofsky was right. He had been pretty miserable these past few weeks. Today's warmth just seemed to stir him into action.

As Kurt removed his helmet and dismounted Puck couldn't help the goofy grin. If everything worked out okay, he'd be walking away a very happy man.

He held the helmet while Kurt dismounted and once everything seemed in place Puck turned to lead the way to the picnic. He didn't say anything, and he didn't touch Kurt either, mainly because he knew he would loose his nerve.

Kurt followed, asking questions Puck wasn't ready for, but looking back he really should have been.

"So tell me again why I blew off family dinner night?" he asked, only slightly annoyed by Puck's almost cold reception.

Puck paused, just before the blanket was in sight. "I just figured… we might as well take advantage of such a warm night. I'll bet it'll be freezing tomorrow night."

Kurt tilted his head, looking at the sunset, contemplating. "Yeah. But as much as I want to do this, I am kind of hungry."

Puck smirked. "I've got that covered." Then he continued around his truck, stopping just next to the blanket.

Kurt took a little longer to follow, confused by Puck's comment. "Wait, Puck, what do you m–," his words were cut off by the sight before him.

Puck stood, arms crossed in front of his chest, his smug stance not quite being matched by his slightly nervous expression. The red blanket almost blended into the back-dropped sunset and its warm range of colors. Kurt almost didn't see the picnic basket and bouquet of flowers that really just topped it all off.

Finally he looked back to Puck and somehow managed a coherent thought. "You did all this?"

Puck looked around him and shrugged. "It wasn't really all that hard. My little sis helped me with the sandwiches actually."

At the mention of food Kurt's stomach growled, loud enough that even Puck could hear it.

Puck relaxed some and chuckled. "Only kind of hungry?"

Kurt giggled in return approaching the blanket. "Well I didn't want to sound ungrateful. And saying I was starving seemed like it might give that impression."

"Uh-huh," Puck mumbled, not really understanding. But he decided not to ask for clarification, not yet anyway. Instead he stepped aside, waving to the blanket and waited until Kurt was sitting before joining him.

TBC...